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starres-stuff · 8 months

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FFXIV Writes 2023 | Day 13 | Check

Another visit with 'Mother' provides Dimitri with family history and grim news about his Sister, Viviane.

For days after the first meeting with his Mother, Saphelle, Dimitri did everything he could to avoid going to see her. It was a great deal to process in a short time and with his education and experiences thus far with voidsent it was for the best that he had sunk himself into something distracting.

On the morning of the fourth day, he finally felt he was ready to return to the expensively decorated loft to check in on the creature inhabiting his Mother’s body. In the time that he had taken to unpack all that he had learned he also went about strengthening his wards. Despite these efforts he still found himself struggling with going to face the creature again, especially knowing that Viviane had no idea what she was dealing with.

The walk from where he had been staying to the loft felt much longer than it was. The sense of dragging his feet was quite noticeable to the man since with legs as long as his it took no time to clear distances. On his way, he kept telling himself things would turn out alright, but as soon as he saw the outline of Lily Hills in the distance he felt his stomach churn and his throat tighten. There were too many unknown variables in this equation and Dimitri was not comfortable with the unknown. The creature could be lying or have its sights on Viviane because of her aether abilities like it had their Mother. The Sharlyan felt his jaw tighten as he thought about the various ways this entire situation could end up and before he knew it he was in the lobby moving towards the aetheryte to the top floor.

“Lord Dimitri.” A crisp voice, one of Garlean origin by the accent, greeted him at the door in the shape of his Mother’s butler Atticus. This was the other thing that deeply disturbed him profoundly. While it was well and good that the man had escaped the Empire's grasp and found his way to freedom in Ishgard, he found it deplorable that his Mother had him answering doors and engaging with guests, especially those who could be from areas that had been dominated by the Garlean war machine. While Sharlayan was not one of them and had remained neutral with the Empire as they did with any other nation or City-State on the Star he had heard enough horror stories that led him to feel that a lower-profile job would have been better for the man especially since he was not one to cover the trademark third eye that loomed from his forehead.

“Here to see your Mother? She had just asked me to ring you on the linkpearl and ensure that you were safe. She is looking forward to another visit with you, she is even in her sitting room this morning instead of her bedroom. Of course, this does not mean much.” The man confided, as he straightened his starch white gloves and then moved to take Dimitri’s coat from him to hang in the closet in the hall.

“Mm yes, I do imagine that it is more of a matter of a change of scenery,” Dimitri replied evenly, reluctantly handing over his leather trench coat to the butler and trying not to stare at the third eye even though he felt like it was staring at him, he even put on a faint smile to try and look somewhat dignified as his coat was placed on a hanger and put away until later.

“Now head down the hall, past the bedroom, and to the second door on your right. Then just knock on the door two times, that is the code she set for you.” The smile was returned evenly, and the older man bowed the silver strands blended into his otherwise platinum blonde hair catching Dimitri’s eye, before he gave a nod and headed off in the direction he was told passing by parts of the apartment that he had seen in his last visit, and a piano that he had not noticed. Here he made a note to stop on his way out and see if it was in tune or if it needed service. He had learned to play in Sharlayan, and often he would play to relax when found himself overthinking a matter as he was now. Pressing on he arrived at the door which was half closed and he knocked once then twice as he had been instructed to do.

“Oh do come in!” Saphelle’s voice called. “I was worried about you my dear boy. I had not heard from you after our first meeting and I was concerned you got lost in the nightlife of Eorzea as most visitors do.” How she could simply act like she was a normal person infuriated the Sharlayan for there was nothing normal about her. She was a monster, there was no other way to think of it, at least that was what his Professors had taught at the Studium and what he now taught himself.

“I am quite well.” came his reply as he stepped in the door, straightening the vest he wore at the same time, and making certain his tie was straight, appearances were everything after all. “After our first talk, I needed time to think and to check on a few things.” Dimitri knew his face was grim, and there was no way of hiding that fact from the woman before him. Today she sat in a chair by the window wrapped in a snow-white shawl with her long Raven hair fashioned into a high ponytail at the back of her head and on her nose sat perched a pair of glasses.

“I do not feel bad about telling you the situation so if you came looking for an apology there will not be one,” Saphelle said sternly and then motioned towards the other side of the table where a folder sat brimming with information on something that threatened to spill all over the table. “I cannot tell your Sister any of this, she is quite delicate. You would never notice that looking at her but the Chiurgeons who cared for her after her rescue were quite firm that she could not tolerate stress or it chanced all the work they had done to help her overcome her brainwashing from the Cult.

“Excuse me?” This was even more jarring than learning his Mother had been dead for years. “What Cult? Are you trying to tell me my Sister is a Cultist being left to wander around Eorzea on her good word alone that she has no agenda?” Across the room he moved, and soon he settled into the chair, his hands moving to the folder which he did not wait to open and he found within kidnapping pictures, old articles in Ishgardian beseeching the Cultists to bring Viviane Jienuex home, and other information that he often used in his investigations.

“Cultist not by her own choice. When I am gone Dimitri I will need you to check on her. It is a long story; the documents within that folder tell you most of it. In short, Viviane was kidnapped in her fifteenth summer by the Lambs of Dalamud. She was kept in captivity until she was in her mid-twenties and then returned to us by an unknown man. None of this is my concern, those who cared for her were successful in treating her and reversing the hold of the cult. There are things that I need to tell you of her condition, that a man of your training will understand.”

It was at that moment that the door closed all the way, pulled from the other side likely by Atticus who had been lying in wait for a keyword or sign from his employer to do so. The sound of the door closing caused the Sharlayan to jump slightly in his chair as his fingers moved through page after page, including medical reports from those who had tended to his Sister. His head shook every so often as he read every single word on every single page. “The Lambs be damned.” He finally said looking up towards Saphelle’s ruby eyes, he still did not understand why she was helping them but at this point, he had relented enough to listen to her.

“As I told you during our first meeting the Jienuex family originated within the sacred halls of the City of Mhachi. Your ancestor was named Neipionne the Scholar. She never had a last name that I knew of. Perhaps you have been told that voidsent cannot love, and for most that is true. However, when you are summoned by a soul with enough power to draw you from the void to their side, you learn to love them and remember what love is if you have forgotten.” Lifting her teacup that somehow was still steaming she took a few sips from it before continuing, Dimitri now sitting quietly, his attention locked on her.

“I loved her, for all she was and all she believed in. I loved her so intensely that when it was her time to die, I agreed to her request to watch over her descendants until I met my bittersweet end or I was dismissed from my Oath. I have seen each of you as my children because of this oath. Neipionne and I often saw each other as bonded, how could I not look upon all of you as anything else? It has been a long road Dimitri but one that has been most rewarding to me. I have watched generations of your family grow and take over the House as their own, each time I vanished for a time ready to be there in the end to educate the next generation about their heritage.”

Slowly she lowered the teacup and she rested her slightly wrinkled hands on the table. “Your Sister has been told she has an illness, what she has not been told yet is that her Illness makes her pact bound to a Voidsent, and I have had no success in determining who or where this Voidsent can be found.” Saphelle’s brow creased, and the light in her eyes dimmed quite a bit before she raised them to the Sharlayan’s “What you will not often find in written Ishgardian history is that the Lambs of Dalamud were Thaumaturges who used blood as a focus. Many thought that they were akin to conjurers since they were devout to an Aspect of Menphina; this has never been the case.” Around her slight frame, her arms wrapped in a self-hug as if the story she told him disturbed her greatly.

“Knowing this would bring no surprise I am certain that blood was given to your Sister while in captivity. That is precisely ten cycles of daily infusion and they used voidsent blood.” She arched her eyebrow at him and then looked to see if he followed along.

“Fuck” was the only word Dimitri could manage, he knew much of blood used in rituals and the powers of voidsent blood over a mortal. Several times he started to open his mouth to speak but nothing came out, and when that didn’t work a finger raised to call attention to his desire to speak only moments later to lower again until both of his hands were folded on the table as well.

“The Mhach scholars were known for a ritual that tied voidsent and their summoner in other ways, ways that Neipionne and I never agreed with. It was because of this we never shared blood, a smart move indeed as she would have become like your sister with the things she had been exposed to in her research and the fact she took part in the rituals herself before we met. The Red Mages of Ala Mhigo can tell this story better than I if you ever meet one. They have tales of a family tied to the Void Queen Lilith that cursed them until Lilith was banished back to the Void. The condition is called Nightkin, an Aether vampire.” Saphelle said seriously. “And until we can find who the blood Viviane was given belonged to, she will bear this curse with no cure.”

Dimitri’s fist came down on the table, his eyes wide with fury. “And she is being allowed to walk around the Shroud like an innocent woman! I have read accounts from Ala Mhigo, the horror that poor woman went through. How is it safe for my Sister to be out there!”

“She has been trained. For the past five years, she has been with Saphelle’s sister Doshaine in the deep woods. They had the same condition, Dimitri, while Viviane thinks it is an illness that leaves her in need of aether transfusions she has been taught to live in the manner that Doshaine herself lived. Unfortunately, we lost Doshaine just last Moon, and now I need you to watch over your Sister, and check in on her. Make certain she goes to Ishgard for medical care and other things. In that folder is everything you need to know that Doshaine put into place. I cannot stay in this form much longer, I have already stayed too long and you are the only one I could trust with this knowledge, it is what you have been taught to do.”

To be continued

#ffxivwrite2023 #ffxiv rp #ffxiv roleplay #Jienuex Family Stories #my writing #my ocs

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monochromatic-crow · 2 years

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Prompt #7: Familiar Eyes

Prompt 7: Pawn - FFXIV Write 2022 Characters: Selene, Mikaelis Vaux.

“Your move.” Meallaire lifted her gaze to the black haired elezen with the red eyes that sat across from her at the small chess board in one corner of her private study.

Mikaelis Vaux had been someone she had taken on as a butler well over a century ago. He had been with her family for such a long period of time. But like her, he had never aged, though the reasons between the two were each very different.

The voidsent that inhabited his skin watched the elezen woman across from him with critical eyes. There had always been a particular kind of power imbalance between the pair of them. And it had always been tipped in Mór-Ríoghain’s favor, for he was one of her crows.

He reached a hand to the chess board, scooping up a rook to move it further onto the board. They had played games like this for years, and he had never once won. They were using a custom set that the woman herself had crafted, and over time, the pieces had changed. Slowly, one by one, as the people around her passed, the pieces on the board changed.

Now, the pieces arrayed in front of her were different still. Each individual and purposefully carved piece of the set reminded him of one of the faces he had seen at Seraphim’s Rest. The latest piece on the board was new, a carved king that looked distinctly lapine, sitting beside the crowlike queen that still stood unmoved on her side of the board.

Each of the smaller pieces; the pawns, the knights, all had different forms. Each of them animalistic in a different way. He might not have recognized them all, if not for the lettering inscribed on the underside of the wood, into the base of each one.

She leaned back quietly as she studied the board, looking over the array of pieces and where each one stood. A row of pawns were staggered, presenting her a defense that would lose her a pawn, but result in an almost immediate capture of any piece he made in defense. She eyed the rook that he had earlier moved, one hand lifting to let a finger brush across her lower lip in thought.

He took the time to study the collection of chess pieces in the cabinet beside them. Years of history stretched out in front of him, arrayed in the cultivated designs. Some of the pieces he knew, some of them he didn’t. There were so many new pieces on the board, so many new pawns for her to move.

But something in her had changed, hadn’t it? It had been when she had regained the dark coloring that had marked her when they had first met. Some mannerism in her was different. Some gentility curbed, replaced when she thought no one was looking with a calculation in her eyes that reminded him of his time serving under Mor-Rioghain’s wing.

No.

At the time her name had been Hecata, hadn’t it? Before their world had fallen to ruin and darkness. Before light had faded, and endless hunger became the only beast they fought against. But she was someone even more different now, wasn’t she? Where Mor-Rioghain’s embrace had been a thing of protection, this woman was at times like ice, and he feared he would never feel warm beneath her gaze.

She flashed a beatific smile, even as her hand lingered along the top of the ears of the king beside the queen on her side of the board. No. Not yet. That piece wasn’t meant to be moved just yet. That would come eventually, if necessary. For she always liked to play her games full of risk and bold strategy.

He hadn’t, in over a century, ever won a game, and tonight was no different. Her hand passed over the king finally, and came to rest on one of the carved pawns. It was lifted, and set forward on the board as he watched one of the knights fall beneath her touch. Mikaelis swore quietly, even as he slumped back into the chair across from her.

“Checkmate.” She said simply. When his eyes lifted to meet hers, there was a subtle silver shine in them that hadn’t been there before, and he gave a faint shudder under the intensity of that gaze.

“Shall we play again, Mistress, or do you wish to sleep?” He asked, even as he pushed himself to stand, his posture once more resembling the dignified manservant he was meant to portray.

Selene lifted the king from the board again, her thumb brushing across the piece she now held. She glanced down to the pawn that had won the game for her, and reached to place that one tenderly inside the box that held each of the pieces that had not been retired to the shelving.

“Not tonight, Mikaelis.” The folds of the sheer robe she wore were tucked in more closely around her, over the pale nightgown beneath it.

“I believe I am going to go and check in on my brother. I understand Endymion spoke with him recently, and I am curious to his well-being.” A hand lifted, a gesture dismissing the man. With dutiful purpose, he set to arranging the various pieces back into each of their places in the box that held the set when it was not in use.

When she turned to sweep from the room, he lifted the pawn and turned it over in his fingers. No initials. No lettering. Not yet.

A new piece moving onto her board, not yet cemented. In time, the shape of it would change. He looked forward to seeing what letters would be inscribed upon the bottom of this one.

“As you wish, Mistress. Have a good evening.”

#FFXIVWrite2022 #FFXIVWrite #[ Selene ]#[ Dark Side of the Moon ]#[ The Phantom Queen ]#[ Of Hidden Truths ]

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wildgirlcinna · 2 years

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FFXIVWrite 2022 - Prompt #9: Yawn

“This… is what I get for leaving taxes to the last minute,” Cinna lamented, stretching out her arms over the pile of paperwork on her desk.

“I keep saying you should hire someone to do them for you.” Ahrmin’s words echoed in her head before the Voidsent himself appeared before her desk, placing a steaming mug of coffee close to her right hand.

“Ah, you are a godssend!” Smiling at her Voidsent Raen butler, she grabbed the mug and took a large sip, then set it back on the desk. “And you are correct. I will definitely do that. Before next quarter is due. But for now…” The yawn she’d been fighting for a while clawed its way out of her chest. “This is also what I get for attempting to do said taxes after a banishing job, especially one that turned out to be more complicated than I expected.”

With a resigned sigh, she took another swig of coffee before returning her attention to the lines of figures on the paper before her. Her butler’s brew was truly supernatural, returning a bit of life to her frazzled brain, allowing her to focus more on the math required. Why Ul’dah’s taxes had to be so complicated was beyond her ken, and it didn’t help that she could never remember what bracket her business fell under, quasi-legal as it was.

It hadn’t escaped her attention that Ahrmin remained standing by her desk, ever cognizant of her moods. His presence was truly a comfort, and as she struggled to get two columns of numbers to balance, she felt his clawed hand running up and down her back. The contact energized her even more than the coffee; suddenly she found the error and corrected it with a scratch of her pen. A low chuckle escaped her lips; in a blink she’d pulled her tunic over her head, the better to feel Ahrmin’s caresses, his warm Void energy, against her bare skin.

His own chuckle flooded her senses; his hand roamed downwards to tease at the waistband of her loose pants. “Such a good girl,” he praised, and Cinna’s cheeks pinked prettily, feeling a sweet ache begin to blossom low in her belly and between her thighs. It was an odd thing for a servant to say to his employer – but Ahrmin and Cinna had a very unusual arrangement, and she knew that as soon as she finished the taxes, he would eagerly take care of her and her sensual hunger.

#ffxivwrite2022 #yawn

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13th-shard · 2 years

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"Welcome to Manor de Nox. Sadly I have to inform you that my Lady is at the moment not present. Would you like to wait in our tea room till she returns?"

#One Voidsent of a Butler. Corveaux #open rp #mobile

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ffxivmingxiajiang · 5 years

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Prompt 30: In [Darkness] Keep the Truth

@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast A continuation from Prompt 25

It is sundown in the Black Shroud. Foulques and I have been in the area for most of the day, preparing for the job at Haukke Manor. We met the butler that used to serve the family living there. The story of Lady Amandine is…sad, another sour note to add to a day already filled with burrs and thorns. I regret coming to Gridania to refill supplies. They gave Foulques a hard time, and when I made it clear that I was on his side, they heckled me as well. I need to be able to make everything I need, one way or another, that I will not need to buy from them. This wood is cursed, as far as I’m concerned.

I glance back where I think I came from. Foulques is setting up the tent- or at least, I think that’s what he’s doing. That’s what he was doing last time I was there, anyways. I’m supposed to be foraging for food and for wood and fishing. The fish I already got, and the food, but the wood- I need what has fallen and it’s getting harder to see. The sun isn’t all the way down yet but I can only see faint outlines.

I should go back, but I need to get that firewood. I can’t use an aether-fire for the whole night, or I’ll have nothing to burn tomorrow- neither patience nor casting aether, and I need to be a black mage if it’s Voidsent we’re dealing with.

I hear and feel more than see the dry twigs, leaves and branches that crunch underfoot. I reach down to gather them. I cannot see what is there anymore. The sun has disappeared from the sky and what little light left is no longer enough to be of any use. I turn towards where I think our camp is and start to walk. I don’t light a fire in my hands- I don’t want to set my firewood alight, nor the forest, though sometimes I am tempted.

I am furious at the Gridanians, truth be told. But it isn’t a surprise. If the local law enforcement is so disappointing, what can I expect of the townsfolk?

“So this is where you went. You are certainly taking your sweet time.” Foulques’ voice suddenly cut through my thoughts- by scaring me half to death. It was all I could do not to drop what I gathered. It doesn’t help that his pink- or was it magenta? His eyes, they glow. All I can see are two floating pinpricks of colour above me!

“YARGH! Godsdammit, Foulques, you scared the shite outta me!”

“How?! I have been standing here, on the path, in plain view! How oblivious are you, Mingxia?!” he yelped. “And not so loud! Half the forest must have heard you!”

“I don’t know! You go invisible or something!” I squeak back.

“Every time? How do you manage to notice everything except me?! And how do you manage to get this lost? The camp is behind you!” he responded. I hear a rustle and a clink. Maybe he crossed his arms. I don’t know. I can’t see.

“It is?”

The steps stop. I bump into something hard and rough- a tree. “Your lack of direction continues to amaze me. …Where are you going? Camp is this way.”

I look up, trying to find the pink specks of light and the direction of the voice. I can’t even find those anymore, as the last of the light disappears. “I don’t know.” I try to go where his voice is, but bump into something else- another tree.

“Stop moving. What is the matter, Mingxia?” Foulques’ voice got louder- he’s coming towards me but I can’t hear his steps. He really is at home here. I suppose it won’t do me any good to try to pass for normal anymore.

“I can’t see.”

“That is hardly a surprise. It is night, and you are a Hyur-” he starts to say.

“No. I-I can’t see anything. I’m night-blind. The only reason I can follow you is because right now I can hear you, but if you stop talking I can’t follow you anymore. Your steps make no sound, and are so light I can’t feel them, and I cannot see your eyes.” I grit my teeth. It feels awful having to say it. I went for so long like this and now-

I felt a warm pressure on my arm. “Well, come on then,” he says, plucking some of what I found out of my hands. “Follow me.”

I stumble after him- and then give up trying to be careful, lengthening my own stride to keep up with his. He wouldn’t walk me into a log, I’m pretty sure. Well, it could be worse, I suppose. I could be smaller. He could be an enemy.

Eventually I hear the flapping of the tent cloth, and not a moment too soon. The air is charged, and it’s making my hair stand up. Lightning. There is a storm on the way- no, it would be upon us in moments. The air smells heavy. The firewood wouldn’t be much use like this.

“Do you smell that?” I ask as thunder roars.

“Yes.” There was another tug on my arm, and I felt the canvas on my face as he pulled me inside. “It would be best if we both took shelter.”

Not even a minute later, heavy rain hammers down on the tent. I can catch glimpses of the tent walls whenever lightning flashes. I deposit everything but the fish in a corner- I freeze that just like how Mama taught me and set it in a different spot. I go to the middle of the tent and sit down.

Foulques must be sitting too. I can feel his back against my own.

“It’s a shame it rained when it did. I was looking forward to your grilled fish, Foulques. You make it better than I do, and I came from a fishing village.”

He stays silent.

“…Thank you for getting me out of there, by the way.” I try again.

“It would be troublesome to let you go wandering around there until morning,” he replies curtly.

I tuck my knees into my chest. “I guess so. Still. Thank you. You…you’re really reliable.”

“You put too much faith in me,” he answers gruffly.

“We’ll have to agree to disagree then. You have more than earned it. Most people would have taken advantage of my blindness, but you led me back here instead.” I lean back against him and stare at another patch of darkness somewhere above. “Can I ask you something personal?”

“That would depend on what it is,” he shifts against my back. I can feel his mail digging into me but I don’t care much.

“Why are they like that? I know Gridanians are cagey but they were just…so rude. Worse than usual, even with how racist they are.”

“…” He says nothing.

“You don’t have to answer if I’m too nosy.”

“…I will only tell this story once. I was once an upright citizen of Gridania, and a man of the Lancer’s Guild. Yet life was not easy. For want of the coin to obtain the barest necessities, I conspired with my closest comrades to steal from the guild’s coffers. The theft soon came to light, and though there were no suspects, it was clear that the deed was perpetrated by someone within the ranks. An air of suspicion hung heavy over the guild from that day forth, until at last, unable to bear the guilt, I convinced my comrades to join me in confessing, only for them to bite their craven tongues after I stepped forward and admitted my part of the crime. And so it was I alone that took the blame. ‘Of course it was the Duskwight,’ everyone said. ‘Was there any doubt?’ It all made perfect sense.” He leans back against me. “Despite my heartfelt pleas, my friends denied any involvement. Instead they called me vulgar names that I do not care to repeat. …Would that I had the strength to force the truth out from those traitors! Would that I had the courage to escape the dungeon cell, even if it meant taking some hapless guard’s life.”

“…” I struggle to find my voice and cool the burn in my eyes. That’s why. That’s why. But this place, this whole place, it’s-!

“You must think the same of me,” he says, a defensive edge to his voice.

“No. Normally I might say you had the choice and you chose to steal, and I don’t think stealing is right but…it’s the Black Shroud. Just to live, you would have to become a criminal. Steal coin, and you are a thief, hunt or forage and you are a poacher. You had no choice. And still you uphold your honour, still you came and tried to offer your wisdom, even though most of my guildmates aren’t ready for your way of teaching. Still you come and train me and have me thin the wolves with you to keep the townsfolk safe. You are more upstanding than I am. I have already abandoned them.” I turn my head towards him even though I can’t see a thing.

“Liar. I know how you work, adventurer,” he remarks.

“Perhaps. I am ill-inclined to lend my hands here more than I must.” I look up. The rain is slowing and I reach back to find his arm. “I’m in darkness. Race is irrelevant. Job is irrelevant. I only know that it’s raining, and I’m in good hands. More than I can say of the city with all of its comforts.”

“You are a strange one, Mingxia.” He says nothing more. We lean against each other, and for a moment, simply exist. It goes without saying that what is spoken in the tent stays in it.

#angst #ffxivwrite2019 #3am writes #foulques #mingxia #let's be reasonable #ffxiv #spoilers for lancer quest #funny for a moment #night blindness

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greenmagic-oilspill · 5 years

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8. If they could name the worst moment of their life, what would it be? Did this change them as a person or change how they perceived the world, themselves, and others? - For anyone!

For Azionne, she would easily say the worst moment of her life was when her parents were thrown down Witch Drop for false accusations of heresy. It threw the young teenaged Azionne into despair, where she eventually got in with the Dravanian horde and Voidsent in a bid to get power for her revenge against the Holy See. She had a negative view of the world and almost everyone in it from there on out, but it’s slowly getting better.

Edge might say that the fall of Ala Mhigo and fleeing from there to Ul’dah would be the worst moment of his life, since he lost his best friend for the next twenty odd years or so, but he was only five and too young to remember most of it. The struggle of his people never really affected him growing up, either - he had a fairly comfortable upbringing in Ul’dah, ignorant to the plight of Ala Mhigans outside it (and even the poorer ones within its walls). It wasn’t until joining the Riskbreakers that this changed. Instead, the worst moment of his life was either losing his father or learning that Ashe was taken into captivity by the Empire and experimented on.

Granny lived a life full of tragedy, but the worst was the Calamity where she lost her son and his wife. It fractured her family, and while she did her best to remain strong the greatest effect was on her two grandchildren. This resulted in her realizing that the world wasn’t ready for the next generation yet, and she had to get back out there and right the wrongs that her generation left on the world.

Siz’ir fell in with bandits and poachers from the Black Shroud and over time it led to him accidentally murdering a butler from a mansion he was robbing. From then on, he became afraid of just about everything, but mostly himself. He knew he had only himself to blame and regrets every moment of it.

The worst moment in Lini’s life was losing her mother to an illegally poisoned weapon in the Bloodsands, an act she was witness to when she was a child. From then on, she was determined to bring justice and fairness to the world around her and right the wrongs in the world, which led her to becoming first an Immortal Flame and then a Brass Blade.

#Edge Marbrand #Azionne Melisandre #Granny Moss #Siz’ir Johcandalo #character ask #lynmars79 #Linini Mooglesworn

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lady-dusk-balmung · 5 years

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Letter - Nighean

When the noonday sun had travelled to its apex and once again found the crest of the horizon, Lady Dusk had stirred awake. Every evening the sensation of waking up was similar to the sensation of dying. Pain, hunger, lack of control, even fear, awaited each waking breath. Every day, Sabian, the estate butler, personal attache and daylight guardian of the Lady, had left her ‘morning medicine’ at the entrance to her solace. Today however there was an unexpected addition. An envelope

Metal laced claws carefully picked up the envelope containing a few sheets of parchment. A long letter, there was nothing special about the ink or parchment. The script, however, was flowing: calligraphy but for the fact that it was easily read. Turning it over and then smelling the parchment she found the scent familiar and yet new. Her brow knit as the slide of her fingers unfolded it and then immediately smirked.

Dear Sister... I had thought to continue our conversation after the mortal man had left, but as I was unable to do so, I leave this letter. Mistake me not: I am not impatient. I merely fear that I may forget what was on my mind If I wait…

“Sister? Such endearment. Such sentiment. I wonder if you seek favour or are genuine? Most likely the former. After all, we are two predators and play the game well.” Dusk purred and then took a seat to read the rest. A chuckle was given here and there before she finally shook her head and set the letter down. Her rose-tinted hues shifted to the gryphon quill. “Write.”

Dearest Sister,

I must confess that I was quite delighted to receive your letter. It has been ages since anyone has committed ink to parchment to speak to me. There is something far more honest about the written word. Each letter holding a truth of thought and consideration. More so, you have written these words without spell or charm to erase them once they are read. In this please know that I will take each word I have read to heart with the knowledge you wrote them in earnest.

I will begin with your relationship with Aelwyn and your fear of what she might reveal. Fear not. We are not paladins of great light and some mundane vision of perfection without sin. My Dear One, we are flawed sinners that may walk in the light be we are under no delusion that we -are- the dark.

Whatever you were, whatever you have done, whatever followed you, cease to exist the moment you walked through the door. For we are those who strive to become more than we are. To embrace all that has made stronger and cast away like rust, that which makes us unworthy. As long as that remains to be your path, then it does not matter. Any judgement upon you will be of what is to come, not what was. Such is balance in duality.

That being said, I do enjoy your company and conversation. Share with me anything you like. I shall have the mint tea brought in especially.

As for that which we hunt. I am aware that there are exceptions to every rule. You, yourself, very well be one of them. We do not make a habit of mindless slaughter. After all, even a hunted voidsent may yet serve a purpose to our ends. However, I show no mercy to those who prove devoured by the forced will of the Darkness. Those who would kill or harm another, possess and ensnare the soul of another? It would take quite some convincing not to put it in an urn and place it in the vault for all eternity. Something we can discuss in finer detail. As for the void magi? Nothing in the heavens nor hells will stand in my way, nor any cost is to high. They -will- die.

Lastly, your final concern.

It is with an uplifting heart that I can tell you not to be concerned at all. Those who offer us tasks , do so knowing my price. Should that which they send you or I to hunt be that of innocence, then my Dear One, kill the one who sent you. Even if you must complete the task so that someone else does not, make sure the price is paid in blood.

Now then, I hope to you see you soon.

Darkness Embrace and Light Guide,

Dusk smiled as the finished letter was brought to her and folded. She pressed the fold between her lips, marking them with the rose tint of her ‘medicine. She would deliver it to the Moogles in Ul’dah during her evening walk. @nigheandorcha @scrap-cat ( I love IC letters :D Gimmie more! )

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